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I mean really.
For those that care to read something that will probably turn out to be *so* TMI:
When you go to the local pharmacy to buy, lets call them "intimate care items" the last thing you want to do is have the sixteen-year old boy-child who is standing behind the counter to ring you up have to call for a bleeping price check. You try to keep your cool and act like the box that he is waving around isn't what it says it is. Another clerk, probably about twice your own age, and also male, takes the box from him and toddles off to find out what price it is. So you cover your slight embarassment (because let's face it, this sort of thing always happens to you, and has since two male classmates, when you were in eighth grade, asked you what exactly a period was and what it entailed - and when you were about twenty-six and a younger male co-worker asked point-blank what a pap smear was and all the other people you worked with were too chicken to actually tell him) by chatting brightly with the *child* who has rung your purchases and the lady behind you who has a three-year old in tow. And when the older guy comes back with your box and he rings it in and you can finally leave with a cheery "have a nice day" ringing in your ears from the not-quite-changed voice of the kid.
So Jason, I'm sorry kid. I'm sorry that it was your shift and you were the only one at the registers. I am sorry that on what seemed to be one of your very first days you were intorduced to what people go to a pharmacy for. Get used to it.
Anyway. For other news, last weekends shows went pretty well, and this weekends shows will be just as good. Damn, I've had fun the last month doing this play. Anyone in the Boston, MA area? Come see us! The play is "The Women" and it is in Arlington www.afdtheatre.org. And we close on Sunday Feb. 6.
For those that care to read something that will probably turn out to be *so* TMI:
When you go to the local pharmacy to buy, lets call them "intimate care items" the last thing you want to do is have the sixteen-year old boy-child who is standing behind the counter to ring you up have to call for a bleeping price check. You try to keep your cool and act like the box that he is waving around isn't what it says it is. Another clerk, probably about twice your own age, and also male, takes the box from him and toddles off to find out what price it is. So you cover your slight embarassment (because let's face it, this sort of thing always happens to you, and has since two male classmates, when you were in eighth grade, asked you what exactly a period was and what it entailed - and when you were about twenty-six and a younger male co-worker asked point-blank what a pap smear was and all the other people you worked with were too chicken to actually tell him) by chatting brightly with the *child* who has rung your purchases and the lady behind you who has a three-year old in tow. And when the older guy comes back with your box and he rings it in and you can finally leave with a cheery "have a nice day" ringing in your ears from the not-quite-changed voice of the kid.
So Jason, I'm sorry kid. I'm sorry that it was your shift and you were the only one at the registers. I am sorry that on what seemed to be one of your very first days you were intorduced to what people go to a pharmacy for. Get used to it.
Anyway. For other news, last weekends shows went pretty well, and this weekends shows will be just as good. Damn, I've had fun the last month doing this play. Anyone in the Boston, MA area? Come see us! The play is "The Women" and it is in Arlington www.afdtheatre.org. And we close on Sunday Feb. 6.
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